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I like this picture. I like that you can't see her face but you know from her stance/body language that she's very determined.

Stay safe and try and have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

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A Smile for Today

I think he must have refused to do the dishes.........but changed his mind a bit sharpish after their chat:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx


Picture found over at Consensual Spanking.

A Smile for Today

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

A Smile for Today

Dear Husband,

This is a hairbrush. Most women use it in the way the name suggests; to brush their hair. I am not most women and you are not  most husbands. Yes I will still brush my hair with this brush, but I will also use it to make you a better man. When you break one of my rules I promise to:

Take you to our bedroom
Pull down your pants and underpants
Put you over my knee

And use this hairbrush to blister your bottom.

You have been warned.

Love,

your wife

Ronnie
xx

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New Year Resolution / I really mean it ???

Does anybody ever keep them? I've made loads in the past but unfortunately never recorded them so I can't really look back and judge myself. Some were probably frivolous anyway, especially those made in the company of friends on top of several glasses of wine and in the party atmosphere which surrounds the annual occasion. But one I made this year, privately to my husband, and not verbally or indeed on NYE itself but a day later by Whatsapp. It got me spanked. Hard.

You see we bantered a bit about things we wanted to do in the year ahead but that was all. P was supportive of a couple of the things I suggested, I don't know if they'll happen, one was visiting the US which appeals a lot to me but not so much to him because he doesn't like long flights. Anyway next day we were apart and I got a message from him saying it would be OK with him if I wanted to visit the US alone, I think it was because he'd been talking with his brother whose girlfriend travels between Colombia and the UK alone frequently and think nothing of it. So I told him thanks and we'd see how things go (have a few other things going on this year) He told me back that we have to make things happen, not 'see how they go' which was for bystanders. Then after a few minutes I messaged him again and told him something I intend to do in the year ahead, something I have wondered about from time to time and more recently read a lot more about: I told him I intended to spank him this year. And added 'how's that for not being a bystander:)'.

I almost regretted it when I pressed send. There was no reply. I googled how to unsend a Whatsapp message, stupid I know.

When he got home a few hours later he told me he wanted to see me upstairs, he'd got my message and he wanted to discuss it with me. I asked if I should bring a cup of tea up but he said it wouldn't be that sort of discussion. He wasn't at all cross looking, if anything I'd say he'd been mildly amused by my message. So a few minutes later I followed him upstairs, I guessed he'd be in the office for the type of 'discussion' he had in mind. Bedroom if it's sex driven, office if it's 'discussion' driven. He'd cleared some of his stuff to the side of the desk and our razor strop lay on it. He was seated in the middle of our futon. I went to draw the desk chair out to sit on and face him for our discussion but he told me not to bother I wouldn't need it for our discussion and he doubted I would want to sit on it after.

First he asked me if it had been a joke. I said plainly No.

"Unbuckle your belt then."

He asked me what had inspired me to make such an outrageous suggestion. I told him it wasn't outrageous, lots of women did it, I see websites and blogs all the time when researching my 'In-with-the-new' data, there were more than ever. I put my hand on my hips waiting for a response.

"Don't stop, stud and zipper, and jeans off and be quick about it my girl. If that's the sort of stuff you're looking at I think you need a sharp reminder of who does the spanking in this household and always will."

I got my jeans off and kicked them aside. I told him I knew who did the spanking I wasn't challenging his authority or anything like that, it was just for us both to know...to experience it properly.

"Over my knee, my girl, now! If that's the sort of subversive reading you're doing  you're way overdue a very sore bottom and if it carries on after I'll have to consider restricting your time on the Internet."

OMG that did it for me, I gave him a mouthful about what he could and couldn't do and stopping me - really STOPPING - me from doing anything I truly wanted to do was a big no-no as he'd find out if he ever tried doing it.

SPANK SPANK SPANK..."You'll do as you're told"...SPANK SPANK SPANK.."so save your breath I don't want o hear any more of your nonsense." And he pulled my knickers down to my knees and spanked away while I remonstrated indignantly and wriggled futilely, objecting that he couldn't order me around and I wasn't a child, using much un-unchildly language which didn't help my case. My bare bottom was an inferno after ten minutes of discussion. He stopped and asked me if I'd learnt my lesson. I told him if he thought spanking my backside so hard that I thought I'd lost feeling in it would alter my thinking then he had another think coming.

"And don't you dare ever threaten me with restrictions again," I said. "And I can assure you I won't do as I'm told," I added for good measure.

"I was afraid of that," said P. And he lifted me up from his lap and took me over to the desk. "You really do need a sound lesson, don't you," he said as he pushed me forward and told me to hold the far side of the desk and not to let go until he told me I could.

He made me put my tummy down flat on the desk but then had to ask me to raise it again because it was covering the razor strop. It made him seem a bit silly and I almost laughed but I didn't feel like laughing when the stropping started. And if I'd thought my bottom had been numbed the razor strop soon convinced me that I'd been wrong. It stung like hell even though I'm sure it wasn't the hardest ever and the right side of my bottom got the worst of it because there wasn't room for him to strop from both sides. So I was twisting away to the left and yelling out loud and swearing at him all at the same time, I didn't care if people outside could hear, not that I saw any passers-by but I knew many of our neighbours had house-guests and was sure some might hear. Maybe they'd think it was kids playing. I was pleading with him to stop eventually and saying I was sorry repeatedly near the end, which of course I didn't know was the end until it happened. Then it went quiet apart from my panting and P's breathing as he relaxed from his efforts.

He told me to pull up my knickers and put my jeans back on. I stood and pulled my knickers up with my back to him. I asked him to pass me my jeans please and put my hand back for them, I remained looking out of the window. I still didn't want to turn round. Neither of us had said anything. He put my jeans onto the desk in front of me and then his hands were on my shoulders and upper arms. Warm strong hands, I sniffled my nose a bit as I felt them but resisted the urge to turn round and bury myself in his chest.

"Now have you learned your lesson?" He asked softly. I said I had but then I turned round and looked right up into his eyes, I didn't care if they were watery.

"But I'm still going to spank you this year. And I really mean it." I felt quite proud of myself for standing my ground. The only response I got was "Hmmm", then he kissed my forehead and told me to come down after I'd put my jeans on and calmed down. He said was going downstairs to make some tea and he was away out of the office.

We didn't discuss at all what had happened. My backside was sore for more than an hour. Later, in the evening, we had hot sticky unstoppable sex in the lounge.

As for my resolution, well the year is very young.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

PS I did spank my husband many years ago, it was in fun, I wrote about it. He didn't like it but he was hard after it, that may just have been because he sensed sex in the air, I didn't know and still don't. Perhaps I will by this time next year:) 

Did you ever get the cane then?

A repost. Hopefully I'll be less busy next week.

"So what were you like then as a schoolboy?" She asked in a desultory fashion. I had a terrible feeling that I was boring her despite trying to appear interesting. I could hardly answer that I was in all probability even duller than I must appear now, so I did the obvious thing, I lied.

"Oh I was a bit of a rebel actually. You know always in trouble!"

She gazed at me, her dark eyelashes fluttering, her large baby blue eyes wide open as if attempting to see me in a new light. Whether she believed me or not I am not quite sure but at least she had stopped yawning and was now looking thoughtful. As we were leaving the car she asked.

"Did you ever get the cane then?"

That question I admit rather stopped me in my tracks. To be honest I had a thing about being caned and partly regretted that I had escaped that particular punishment. Boys were frequently caned but not boys like myself who slavishly followed all the school rules. In fact my behaviour was so exemplary I was never punished at all. My reputation, if I possessed such a thing, was as a blindly obedient boy who did exactly as he was told. Nevertheless I had got the bit between my teeth and was busy rewriting my own legend.

"Oh yes, I should say so. We had this form mistress, Miss Taylor. She was only a young woman but dreadfully strict. I must have had six of the best from her at least a dozen times!"

I shrugged my shoulders and affected an air of heroic fortitude. Miss Taylor indeed had a reputation for strictness, she frequently sent to the Head with a hand written note and I'd once witnessed her cane two boys in my class for bullying. The incident lingered still in my memory. I was almost envious of the bullies as I was in the stock room next door doing my good deed for the day and returning some text books when the punishment took place. Each boy received four strokes of the cane. The first boy took his punishment in silence, all you could hear was the cane falling on tightly stretched trouser seat. However, the second boy was crying even before it started and after each stroke of the cane let out a desperate howl of pain. Not that the boy's tearful pleading stopped Miss Taylor carrying out the punishment. Susan had a most disconcerting way of staring, she was now gazing at me as if I was suddenly a person of great interest.

"Really, how awful. It sounds like something Charles Dickens would write about! They never had anything like that at the girls school I went to!" She said almost enviously. Yes, she was definitely seeing me in a new light. In fact I was seeing myself in a new light and feverishly hoping we weren't going to meet anyone who remembered me as I really was. I pointed out the cricket pitch and the nets which still hadn't been taken down despite the term ending. Then the swimming pool, which was always freezing cold I remember. However it seemed Susan was much more interested in the disciplinary practices of the school.

"Did it hurt dreadfully when you were caned?" She enquired. As we were walking she inserted her hand in mine which was rather a nice surprise.

"Well some chaps used to make a fuss but I just used to grin and bear it! No it never really bothered me being caned. Just an occupational hazard of being a bit of a rascal I suppose! You know how it is, you do the crime you accept the punishment!"

This was a bit rich since the one thing I have always been incapable of is suffering in silence. She was now looking at me with something like hero worship in those large blue eyes. Unless I was very much mistaken, Susan had more than a passing interest in corporal punishment herself. Well we certainly now had something in common at least.

We were standing in the shadow of the schools main entrance but I didn't want to risk going in so I was quietly attempting to lead Susan back to the car.

"Shall we go inside? Aren't you curious to see if it has changed at all?" She asked. I was just about to say no, not in the least, let's go back to the car, when an attractive well dressed woman seemed to appear from nowhere. It was Miss Taylor! I could feel the colour draining from my face.

"Are you aware that this is private property and you are trespassing?" She asked with intimidating politeness. Her face was tired but still unquestionably, undeniably beautiful. Obviously she didn't recognise me, after all it was six years since we had last seen each other. I don't suppose quiet well behaved boys are all that memorable anyway.

"I am terribly sorry we are just going," I said. Stress had made my voice rise an octave. I lurched towards the car still clutching Susan's hand. Glancing at Miss Taylor over her shoulder she said,

"James used to go to this school many years ago!"

"Come here!" She commanded. Her voice still had the ability to freeze the very marrow in my bones. I turned I was still hoping to make it back to the car before she recognised me. Suddenly a smile of recognition illuminated her severely attractive features.

"Oh yes, I do believe it's James Anthony Mortimer!" She said brightly. Inwardly I groaned, the only thing to do now was make sure our chat was as brief as possible. The last thing I wanted was a trip down memory lane.

"Miss Taylor," I said, "allow me to introduce a friend of mine, Susan Catesby! We were just passing but we really must be getting back now!" I glanced at my watch and smiling nervously said.

"My goodness, is that the time?" I started edging back towards the car park. Susan had a bewildered look on her face as if she couldn't understand my sudden hurry. If only I had been truthful with Susan. Better to have been a bore than a teller of tall tales.

"Nonsense, of course you have time to come to my study both of you and enjoy a cup of tea!"

So I really didn't have much choice in the matter. Fate had conspired against me and before I knew it, there I was, perched on the edge of my seat, waiting to be exposed as a fraud, a young windbag, a one time teachers pet! The blow was not long in coming. Susan sitting on the sofa next to our host, accepting her cup of pale fragrant tea said enthusiastically,

"James, was just telling me how he was always in trouble at school!"

Miss Taylor's eyes seemed to widen perceptibly. A smile hovered for a brief moment on her soft red lips.

"Really!" She said. She sipped her tea smiling it seemed at my discomfiture, in a moment I should be revealed in my true colours. Susan, however was not finished yet.

"And you gave him six of the best a dozen times!" She laughed, as if sharing an amusing joke.

Miss Taylor's eyes seemed for a moment to twinkle with merriment.

"I don't think that is true!" She said, sternly. That's it, I thought, put me quickly out of my misery. I waited for the fatal blow to fall.

"No, I am sure I caned him much more than a dozen times and you know the funny thing was!"

Susan, glanced at me in admiration. I heaved a huge sigh of relief as Miss Taylor continued.

"That he never seemed to really feel it!"

I grinned weakly and wished desperately that someone would change the subject or the ground would quickly open and swallow me up. Miss Taylor was now beaming at me as if I was her favourite little rascal.

"Do you know I never did cane you for putting that mouse in my desk on the last day of term!"

Susan clapped her hands in admiration, laughing as if it was the most amusing practical joke. Of course it wasn't me, everyone knew that it was Edwards, I am sure Miss Taylor knew it was Edwards. Her sources of information I seem to remember were always impeccable. I could hardly spill the beans though, so I grinned weakly and played the part of the unrepentant rascal. I wished fervently the tea wasn't quite so hot.

"Oh he was a naughty boy wasn't he! The funny thing is you would never guess it, to look at him, I mean!" laughed Susan. Her face was looking bright and cheerful for possibly the first time that day.

"How very perceptive of you Miss Catesby! This young girl is a shrewd judge of character I can see. You are very fortunate to have her as a friend James!" Purred Miss Taylor. Her eyes seemed to be shining with mischief. She continued, her smile quite terrifying.

"Yes, I think we can safely say, Master Mortimer has hidden depths!"

"I bet your happy Miss Taylor hasn't got a cane in her desk now!" Chuckled Susan, as she sipped daintily at her tea. I glanced at Miss Taylor a little nervously, who was to say what she had in her desk. I wasn't at all sure I liked the way this conversation was heading.

Miss Taylor, crossed her slender legs on the settee and laughed,

"James would know of course that the cane was never kept in my desk!" Miss Taylor was obviously enjoying herself greatly.

"Of course I remember!" I said, nervously. For a brief moment there was an uncomfortable silence before Miss Taylor said brightly.

"Oh yes! I used to keep it in that large cupboard by the bookshelf as you will no doubt recall James! In fact it's still there now, although I haven't had reason to use it for a week or two!" Desperately I blew on the tea, the quicker we were on the road again the happier I would be.

"I don't suppose it would be possible to see it?" Asked Susan in a thrilling voice.

"Oh indeed. Why not. I am sure it will bring back many painful memories for James though!" Miss Taylor showed no sign of moving.

"James would you be a dear and fetch the cane!" As I put my tea cup down my hand shook, and somewhat nervously I walked over to the large cupboard, Miss Taylor smiled at Susan who laughed. I opened the cupboard door which creaked noisily. In amongst the piles of text books and rolled up maps I could see a thin yellow cane. I picked it up. It felt strangely light in my hand, almost as if it weighed nothing at all.

"Painful memories!" I heard Susan titter. I could feel my cheeks beginning to blush as I handed it to the still seated Miss Taylor. She looked up to me with those merciless bright blue eyes and said jokingly, whilst tapping the cane against her palm.

"It was you that put that mouse in my desk on the last day of term, wasn't it?"

Susan laughed, noisily. A look of horrified delight on her pretty face. I was temporarily deprived of the power of speech and stood there foolishly in front of the two woman seated on the sofa.

"Why don't you sit down James. You look uncomfortable standing there!" Said Miss Taylor, smiling gently and winking at Susan who responded with another peal of laughter. I could feel my cheeks burning as I sat down. One of the disadvantages of being fair skinned is people can easily tell when you are embarrassed.

"For a moment there, I thought you were going to cane him for putting that mouse in your desk!"

Giggled Susan, looking rather pink herself. Miss Taylor and Susan seemed to be getting on so well I seemed almost superfluous.

"Why, would you like me to?" Asked Miss Taylor, She had stopped laughing and then Susan stopped laughing too. Suddenly there was complete silence in the room.

"It might be amusing, I mean just for fun!" She said after a seemingly endless pause. Susan looked even paler than usual as she sat there in a state of nervous anticipation. Miss Taylor turned to me, smirking like a cat that had swallowed the canary. She stood up to her full height and swished the cane menacingly through the air.

"It's only a bit of fun, James! So I mean why not, after all it would be nothing new to such a naughty boy as yourself!" There was that twinkle in here eye again.

She knew I had little choice but to play along. The butterflies in my stomach certainly seemed to be working overtime as I stood up from the chair. Susan had her mouth hidden behind her small pale hand as if she might scream in equal amounts horror and delight at any given moment. Her blue eyes seemed larger than ever.

"Bend over the armchair will you Mortimer! I think Miss Catesby will agree with me that you will benefit greatly from six of the very best!" Said Miss Taylor sweetly. Susan sat on the very edge of her seat as if she was about to witness the changing of water into wine.

The use of my surname had unsettled me still further. Surely this was only going to be a "bit of fun" as Miss Taylor put it! I tried a cheerful smile and failed miserably. Reluctantly I walked over and slowly bent over the armchair. A few moments later I felt the cane tapping gently across the tightly stretched thin cotton of my trousers.

"The thing is when you cane a boy!" Explained Miss Taylor. "You must do so firmly!"

Whack

It felt as if a explosion had recently taken place across my buttocks. Susan was looking directly into my eyes, a rapt expression on her face, as the cane bit. I attempted a brave smile as the excruciating pain made my body arch in agony. Susan's smile grew wider with her eyes.

"Otherwise..."

Whack

I made a gulping sound. My smile by now was that of the condemned man as he draws his last breath and I am sure I did little to convince Susan I was enjoying myself. Nevertheless she smiled back reassuringly.

"..there is no point to it!"

Whack

After that one I nearly dived over the armchair. It felt like someone was holding a barbecue on my behind. I could feel my smile turning into a rictus grin. The next blow came a little quicker with a little extra zest as if Miss Taylor felt she was beating a particularly dusty carpet.

Whack

"Aaaaaah!" It was a new language I had recently invented. The language of untold agony!

Whack

It was definitely getting harder. God it was awful. I suddenly gripped my bottom with both hands and howled like some wounded animal.

"Aaaaarghh!"

" Oh dear! You have moved your hands I am afraid! That one will not count which is a pity!"

Explained Miss Taylor with infinite patience. I was about to complain when the next stroke landed and all my thoughts were suddenly concentrated in one place. Nothing else mattered other than the pain in my backside. Right then if you had told me I had won a fortune I shouldn't have cared less.

Whack

"Please no!" I begged. Miss Taylor took a step back smiling and affected not to hear. I was going to get an extra stroke whether I liked it or not. She put plenty of beef into it!

Whack

"Ah nooooooooooooooooo!!"

It felt as if my bottom had been sliced in quarters, as if the skin had been taken off. It is was all I could do not to burst into tears which were welling up in my eyes! I was still bending over, when Miss Taylor said brightly.

"You may get up now!"

She was still smiling hugely as if she had won first prize in a beauty contest. She turned to Susan whose smile was even wider than Miss Taylor's. Neither of them were offering the slightest sympathy despite my pitiful groans.

"That is how it's done! I do hope you were paying attention my dear as I am sure, if you intend to remain together for any length of time, James would benefit from an occasional good hard caning to remind him... of his schooldays!"

They both laughed as if it was the best joke they had heard in years. But the look on Susan's face as we walked back to the car, me wincing every now and again as some new sharp after-shock reminded me of the ravaged state of my bottom, told me she had taken Miss Taylor's 'joke' far too seriously. When we got in the car and started off, Susan turned to me and asked.

"Where do you suppose someone might acquire a cane like Miss Taylor's, James? I should have asked her before we left, shouldn't I. Just out of interest I mean."

I didn't answer because I didn't know, but I got the impression that Susan was planning for the long term.

A reader sent me this story. I enjoyed it so sharing with you.  Anon said he found it on one of the true experience websites but can't remember which one. So please, if it is yours, let me know so I can give credit or remove if that's your wish.

Story by Arthur James at malespank.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

At the beach

Catch up when I'm back.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Ouch Ouch and Triple Ouch

Made me smile when I saw this picture of the 'triple stinger', as I've dubbed it, is a new line I'm selling. Alec suggested it to me ages ago but I said no at the time, then changed my mind recently. Anyway he made me a few so I'll see how they go. Unfortunately Alec won't be supplying me for much longer, he's already extended his exit longer than he intended, it must be my personal charm:)

Ronnie

xx

Avoid hard spanks

What? Really? It's a new (to me) media source which Google sent me. Quote:-

...We all know the boredom that comes with doing one thing throughout and the new feeling that comes with doing something different. In this case, you need to vary the way you spank your woman to make the experience more pleasurable. You can do this by varying the amount of fingers used on her butt.You can as well cup your hands to change the experience a bit.

Avoid hard spanks...

I started reading this stuff, as above - Ladies love spanking, how good is your man at it? but when I got to the bit about avoid hard spanks I threw the towel in.

They sent me another article too, about ways women want to dominate their men,  one of them included spanking, again I quote the piece:-

...Not only women enjoy spanking but also men. Spank him gently after undressing. This can be exciting during sex. It is even more fun when you spank each other before penetration. Make sure he is comfortable with the same before doing it...

LOL, what planet do their writers live on? I mean I don't do spanking but if I did I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be doing it gently and I'm damned sure I wouldn't be checking with him first to make sure he was comfortable with same, where's the domination in that? No, for me it would be something like 'Get yourself in here now and get your pants off I want words with you and then you're going to make me very, very happy' or something like that. Ha ha, wouldn't I just love to see the stunned look on P's face if I said that to him, just for that split second before he recovered from shock and dragged me over his lap to pull my knickers down...or burst out laughing. It could be either. I know which I'd prefer.

Ronnie
xx

Oh Dear....

.....looks like he's been naughty over the holiday period.

Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas.

Ronnie

xx

A Smile for Today

Ronnie

xx

Picture from Consensual Spanking.

A Smile for Today

Ronnie

xx

Picture found at Michael's blog - Disciplined Behaviour.

A Smile for Today

She seems to have a very precise job in mind and I don't think her man will be sitting too comfortably after that.

Ronnie

xx

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A Smile for Today

He's in for a surprise or maybe he knows what's in store for him.

Ronnie

xx

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Black and White Friday

Couldn't decide which one of these to share with you so you got all seven:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Let me know if any of the pictures are yours. Last one from Richard Windsor.

Smile of the Day

She wasn't satisfied that he was getting into the Christmas spirit or pulling his weight.

So she dressed in something distinctively Christmassy, spanked his bottom soundly and told him to buck his ideas up.

At least two parts of him were looking a bit more Christmassy after she'd finished, if their colour was anything to go by....his face and his bottom.

Ronnie

xx

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Chéri Hérouard Spanking Art

A selection of spanking pictures by Cheri Herouard (1881 - 1961) a French illustrator who was most famously known for his forty-five-year work for French society magazine, La Vie Parisienne. 

Under the name of Herric, he also created erotic and sadomasochistic illustrations for various books including the Kama Sutra. 

Some of the pictures found here and here.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Smile of the Day

You're my husband and I love you but I've told you repeatedly over the past week that you were trying my patience and this morning's little episode was the last straw

You're going to get the thrashing I should have given you days ago and then we'll clear the air and have no more of your nonsense for a while.

Now get them down, John, down to your thighs.

Why you men forget yourselves and end up in this kind of trouble I'll never know but as long as you do you know what you'll be getting.

Hurry up mister, don't keep me waiting. 

After my cane has reminded you of my authority and you've apologised and pulled yourself together we can get on with the rest of the weekend. 

Ronnie

xx

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Smile of the Day

Smile of the Day

Ronnie

xx